Sad Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Fuck me… I need cum inside me. My pussy is hurting so much. I’ll die without your cocks. Please!” Marcus’s face softened with pity. He crouched down and stroked my hair gently as I continued fucking the floor pathetically, ass up, back arched, crying and moaning. “Look at her,” he said quietly to the others. “She’s been like this for years. The doctors can’t fix it. She embarrassed herself at school so badly they expelled her. My poor baby girl…” I looked up at him with wet, desperate eyes, still humping the floor. “Daddy, please… help me. I’m your good girl. I just need to be full.”

Yet she could not say that to the people who knew her in her real life. Sidney took a deep breath and gathered up the phone, putting both hands to work on the keyboard. Sidney: No, not really. I’m pretty much a disaster. My son kind of got abducted. Then my roommate got murdered. We had to move to a new place. Sidney stopped and reviewed her list of traumas, watching the dancing dots below her words that indicated Allison was typing. What could she be typing? How could you respond to all that? Sidney realized that Allison probably thought she was full of shit. Sidney’s stories and drama since Telluride read unbelievable, like the lies of a bored troll on the internet looking to entertain her

I felt Hannah's hold of me loosen and I fell, the sting of the water was burning through the flesh of my wounds. I saw Hannah fell near me she was writhing in pain her body moving underworldly, bones snapping and she stopped and sat down her back turned away from me. I was about to get up and ran but her neck was snapping, bones cracking as she turned her head one hundred and eighty degrees, she was now staring at me. I can feel the tears streaming down my eyes my pants wet, I was so scared, never have I imagined that this will be my death. I know in my heart this is the end, my end. I looked at her my voice cracking "I'm sorry..."

*** Finally paying for the two dresses, she stepped out if the boutique, holding both boxes in her hands. Walking lazily along the side walk, the sounds of feet thudding the ground and the sound of cars honking filled the air, but all she felt was the pain in her heart. Clutching the boxes titghtly she walked absentmindedly until she bumped into something hard that send her falling to the ground. She could have whined, she could have screamed in pain, but all she felt was numbness. Raising her head, she was met with beautiful blue eyes. A tear ran down her cheek involuntarily which she wiped off quickly as she picked up the boxes, running off. *Alex's POV*

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.

June face palmed. “But she’s shutting herself away from us!” “That’s normal Dan,” said July. “According to WikiKim, Sadness is an emotional pain associated with, or characterized by, feelings of disadvantage, loss, despair, grief, helplessness, disappointment and sorrow. An individual experiencing sadness may become quiet or lethargic, and withdraw themselves from others. So that’s a normal thing Dan, as her brother we have to stay here until she opens up with us. We are all single, that’s why it’s difficult for us to relate.” He exclaimed.

She was tired, scared and weak . The pain became unbearable for her, her spirit left her soul. Even her kegs failed to shake as it was in the beginning. Her body turned red, purple and pink. She wondered why her family hates her so much. " No" Sadie shouted and passed out. The scene changed to her looking so worn out. Sadie felt so hungry, she gets to steal their leftovers a few few times. Sometimes, she'd eat the dog food to stay alive. Maybe one day, they will change and love her like they do to her two younger sisters.

He finally finished and the others laughed and cheered. “Awkward to admit, but that turned me on,” Elsa mused and the others laughed. “Who’s next?” The nasty stories went on and Saïda kept cringing over and over. Asahd laughed so hard at her. Saïda heard all sorts of things that she wasn’t even sure were possible. They amused and shocked her at the same time. Sometimes she would burst out laughing at the absurdity and oddness of the things she heard. ′Oh my! They are the sickest people ever! How is that even possible?? Eeeeeewwww.′

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.